Briar POV
I wake up, and I'm glad when I don't have to make a mad dash for the bathroom. I reach my arm out and realize that I'm alone in bed. A wave of disappointment flows through me that Derek isn't lying next to me. My mind wanders to thoughts of what will happen when I can move into my house next week. God, what the hell is wrong with me? I'm not even divorced, and we have been dating a few days and I hate the thought of him not being there when I wake up in the morning. I try to shake those thoughts away when the door to the room opens and the man himself steps inside carrying a tray. "Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling this morning" he asks and I smile. "I'm actually feeling pretty good this morning. I need to use the bathroom, but thankfully it's not to empty my stomach
